quarter (expressive though instantaneous) he settled them on Mr. Bounderby’s face.
‘Now, what do you complain of?’ asked Mr. Bounderby.
‘I ha’ not coom here, sir,’ Stephen reminded him, ‘to complain. I coom for that I were sent for.’
‘What,’ repeated Mr. Bounderby, folding his arms, ‘do you people, in a general way, complain of?’
Stephen looked at him with some little irresolution for a moment, and then seemed to make up his mind.
‘Sir, I were never good at showin o ’t, though I ha had’n my share in feeling o ’t. ’Deed we are in a muddle, sir.